I have really bad anxiety
About finishing my work
Though even more so
About what to do after
Which is why I started
Choosing impossible tasks
To do, not to finish, rather
Give Me something to do
‘Til I’m used up & finished
Which brings me to this
My current predicament
That I keep completing
These impossible tasks
With imaginary ends
Somehow becoming real
Which is a real pain when
Your accomplishments
Are just distractions
When the main attraction
Happens after your last breath
I think it might finally B Time 2
Bring an end 2 this like it’s my
Requiem Requiem